Before Me
By birksy
Nothing to write about, call it quits with the world lying like temptation before me. Even mediocrity seems a blessing, nothing but what has already been before me. Killing time the pleasant way, a hundred ramblings spilling out before me. Now I here the little bells, they play a tune, a pretty tune, before me. Take my time, I think I hear a different sound, From behind. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 01:13 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"Nothing to write about, call it quits..."